Requited Lust

Trembling, I reached out;
Do I or don't I?
Passion and fear, a fateful melange.
Desirous of affection yet loath to try
I spew forth in an attempt to hinder myself.
Unsuccessful I say "stuff it" and plod on.
A hug, a caress, a kiss.
Oh sweet mercy, a kiss to dream of.
Soft lips, probing tongue...heavenly.
We pull closer and the embrace continues,
Short of breath we separate at last.
The eyes say it all, I can actually look,
Yet the more I look, the more I drown.
Pondering this event I want more,
More of that sweet mouth and soulful eyes.
I wish to hold and caress all night;
Instead, a show of abject failure.
My weakened humanity can no longer resist,
I want, I need, I give, I take.
True passion knows no rules.

© 2000, Mosquitobyte